minyoongianne

[minyoongianne]

HIGHEST BIDDER.

summary: tired of your virginity, you decide to auction it off — but you weren’t thinking it would be leader of the notorious group, onychinus who offers the most money of $10,000,000.

cw// 18+ virginity loss, soft sex, small plot but not really, pet names, slight? knife play, oral, she/her pronouns, choking, finger sucking, praise, dumbification, degradation, slight fingering, corruption kink( if you squint), female guided masturbation (? kinda? idk!), squirting, attempt at aftercare, the twins have a cameo. wc: 5.3k

tagging: @lvminy @kissxcore @sunasbon @preciousamethyst (hope it’s okay to tag you guys 🥹🫶🏾) @satorubi

You could only assume it was Luke or Kieran who had told Sylus where you were and perhaps what you were up to. Or maybe it was that damn crow, who insisted you stayed inside. But really, it didn’t matter who said anything because Sylus was grabbing you before a single hand flew up. 

“10 million.” His voice was sharp — a hint of anger, annoyance and frustration on him, it oozed off his body and with the dazzling ruby eyes of him staring everyone down… they got the hint that he was throwing around. He was pissed. Too pissed to hear what anyone else had to say. Power rolled off of him in waves everyday but it was obvious that this day, and this girl and this place was provoking him. 

The auctioneer's lips trembled in his presence. “T-ten million going at once.” He awkwardly scanned the room, not a cough of a mumble was heard. “Going twice.” Breads of sweat gathered around his forehead and he swallowed. “Sold!” He exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly in Slyus’ direction, guiding the both of you towards a secluded area.

He scoffed and tightened his grip on your body, it took him little to no effort to hand over his card and in a few seconds the transaction was completed; a portion for them and the bigger sum of the money going to you. His eyes narrowed as he glared at you briefly. 

You couldn’t help but feel like the stupidest person ever and perhaps at this moment… you were. Being stuck inside and with nowhere to go most days because of the claims of dangers awaiting you, it was tiring. Plus, you had urges, like anyone else – womanly and carnal urges, desires and fantasies. You couldn’t help yourself when Luke mentioned it in passing and Kieran slapped him on the head telling him to shut up about it; it was simply interesting and something Linkon City would’ve never allowed. 

You hated the silence. “Are…are you mad at me?” Walking out of the pale building and to the dark cold outside, moving close to his motorcycle. Looking around you think about how the tenebrific ambience that’s casted over this place, it really wasn’t the same as where you grew up, time moves differently here, almost. 

“You went into the N109 Zone alone, potentially putting yourself in danger and you want to know if I’m mad at you?” He speaks with a hard tone, his touch scorching hot against your arm, his touch addicting. “Of all the times to be reckless…” He does a heavy sigh, followed by pinching the bridge of his nose. 

He’s handing you a helmet and putting his own, sitting down and waiting for your arms to wrap around his waist before he drives off. The wind rushes through you swiftly and no matter how many times you’re on his motorcycle, you can’t help but to feel fear course through every fiber of your body. 

Time always seemed to move faster when you were with him and it moved especially fast being on his motorcycle, he drove dangerously and it always led to you clinging more closer to him than you realized. 

Upon making it back, you jumped off the motorcycle and handed him the helmet, shaking your hair to make sure it looked halfway decent. 

Stepping back inside of the Headquarters of Onychinus, Luke popped his head around the corner and you mustered up the angriest glare that you could make him cower away. You could hear him and Kieran chattering about something. “No use in being mad at them, you brought this on to yourself.” Sylus told you, ushering you into his room.

You just sighed, sitting with your legs crossed on a singular chair that was near a small table in the room. The air felt more tense and uncomfortable than the other times you were here and you couldn’t help but to think of how for once you wished that Mephisto was here so that you wouldn’t be alone with him, not with this temper he clearly had. “Listen Sylus, it was a stupid thing and I know that—”

Lightening wasn’t as quick as him when he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you. Nothing with him was ever warm and inviting, always hard and even a bit mean but luckily not forceful. His tongue licked at your lips and you complied with no hesitation. His tongue felt hot against your own, it sent flames up your body and you could feel everything in the pit of your stomach and to your throat. When he pulled away, he looked at you and from the way he smirked… you knew you looked out of it. Your eyes alone felt heavy and your knees were wobbling, too weak to stand. With your eyes on his, you watched the dazzling red become harder to look away from. 

The voices came strong and with a clear message: “fuck him… fulfill your desires…” they spoke to you and you both loved and hated the throbbing sensation that followed. You wanted to remind yourself that he was an enemy… it was too hard to do when he looked like he did and with a voice as deep and rich, it was almost unbearable. Yes, he was an enemy but you couldn’t lie to yourself; you knew the real reason you went to the auction was to make him jealous. You don’t know what it is about him that makes you react the way it does but it burns inside of you and to your very core. 

When the light from his eye dimmed and with rapid blinks you were back and felt more stable. “Your little mind always tells me more than your lips do. If you wanted me… I would’ve given you all of me with no hesitation.” It sounded like a promise and it swayed you, you leaned into his arms. “I can try to be gentle.” He whispered close to you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. 

“Sylus,” His name trembles out of your lips. “I want you to touch me. I want you to make me…” You squeezed your thighs together. “I want you to make me feel good.” You felt too vulnerable in his presence but the truth slipped from your lips so fast as if you were forced to.

He looked as if something took over him, desire deep in his ruby eyes and you couldn’t look away from him, too turned on. “Take your clothes off.” His husky voice said above you. He didn’t move, just watched you shuffle your clothes off until you were in nothing but your panties; when you moved to take those off, it was then that he stopped you. “I’ll handle the rest.” He assured you before he laid you down — your head on his soft black pillows and your body rigid. 

You don’t know where the knife came from until it’s rubbing up your calf and moving its way up to your underwear, the cool metal piercing your skin just barely. Your breathing labored and measured, trying not to show your fear but it was failing you. “Stay still, I would hate to nick your pretty skin.” The knife tickled your thighs when he finally snipped open the front that held your secret possession.

He groaned at the sight, audible and bit his lips to contain himself more. You wanted to cover yourself but when your legs moved even a tiny bit to hide, he spread them wider and the cool breezes from around the room slapped across your feverish cunt. There was a smile so deep on his lips as he spread your lips open for him to see. “You ever touched down here?” The way he said it, as if you were all innocent, he narrowed his eyes when you nodded yes. “Show me.”

“H-huh?” You stuttered out. “I can’t just…” 

“Just show me what you normally do… when you’re all alone… in your room…under the covers.” He says it slowly, letting you absorb every word he says.

You’re bare and can feel just how comfortable his comforter set was. Your cunt wet and inviting but his eyes stay on yours, which makes it harder for you to breathe. “I just kinda just do…” Clumsily you spread your lips and simply slid your fingers around yourself, barely focusing on your clit but already overwhelmed. “But I can’t make myself cum, ‘m too sensitive.” His eyes transfixed on your fingers and pussy as you work yourself, your face contorting between pleasure and something else before you stop, heavily breathing. 

“Oh? No wonder you’re so unsatisfied, you don’t know your own body. Good thing I’m here to help.” He’s closer, sitting at the end of the bed yet so close to you. He spreads your legs and you can see a glimpse of excitement dancing in his eyes. He inspects you – stroking up your legs and inching his way up and down your thighs, ignoring how with every touch your breath hitches and your toes curl. “I haven’t even touched you that much and you’re already a mess.” He spreads you; opens you up and closes your folds again completely immersed in the gushy noises that follows.

“This,” Sylus says, spreading your sticky lips apart and his breathing getting heavier. “This is your pretty little clit.” He taps the bud with the rough pads of his fingers. “She sits right here behind these lips.” His fingers are lighting a fire and trailing it around your body. “Open these up again… and this,” you gasp, his fingers sitting right in the spot you never touch. “This twitching little hole? That’s where I’m going to fill you up.” He chuckles humorously, circling the hole and gathering the leaking wetness there, your hips rising on their own accord before he pulls away. 

“Now, your turn.” 

“But I—” You’re close to tears, wetness gathered at your lash line daring to fall. “I can’t, I don’t think I can do it like you.” You hated how needy you sounded and how clingy you were being. 

“I hardly did anything. Just simple touches, to show you where everything was. Pleasure points that you should follow. Did you want more? Did you like how I touched you, little one?” You couldn’t help but to gasp at the nickname, it filled your body with more wetness and he watched it leak down to his sheets. 

Your insides continue to flutter at the name and your face feels hot. “This is what you paid for right? Might as well get your fill from it.” You try to sound bold and intimidating but his demeanor just softens at your attempt. 

“As you wish.” He bends down and cups your cheek before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and you can’t help but to squeal a bit at the warmth that his lips bring you. His fingers brush your face before he moves his mouth down to your neck, licking a stripe before sucking on your skin. You can feel his lips curling into a smile at every noise you make. “I could do this all day… but where’s the fun in that? I’m sure you’ll make even better noises when I touch here.” Cupping the palm of his hand and gently slapping it against your core, your back arches and a whiny moan slips out. 

“See? So much better.” You hate the smug look on his face, his red eyes radiant in the dim room staring you down makes you self conscious and ready to hide yourself from him. “I’m going to put my fingers right here,” His breath tickling your core. “Then my tongue, okay?”

You just nod…unable to speak, he watches your face and holds his fingers up to your lips.“Put 'em in your mouth for me, get' em all wet…” Your tongue slides between them, saliva spilling out of the corners of your mouth. “Good girl,” he patted your head, ruffling your hair and you couldn’t help the feeling that took over you. Your mind was everywhere yet nowhere, just him… that was all your mind could think of and be consumed with. The praise had your body on a different kind of high.

He uses those same cool wet fingers to open you wider. Slowly dipping inside of you, circling your center and easing inside, making you tighten up. “Don’t clench, just relax. It’ll only hurt more if you do that.” You take a few deep breaths, allowing your chest to fill up and expand before a release. He spreads your lips and he just looks. There’s a hum on his lips before he kisses your clit; full tongue running across the sensitive area. Your back lifts and arches off the bed but putting his hand on your lower stomach – he forces you to take it. There’s a look in his eyes that’s daring you to disobey him and it makes your tummy flutter. 

He puts his full tongue against your clit and you try not to move but your body trembles. His fingers draw circles around your thighs, inching closer to your slit. It makes you realize that he was simply distracting you to alleviate the slight pain from when his fingers actually slipped inside. When they did, you gasped aloud. “Sly–us… please.” Your legs threatened to close but you forced yourself to keep them open and it took a lot out of you.

“Good girl.” He muttered, obviously appreciating your efforts. “So tight…” He tries to move his finger but you only flinch and groan, which makes him use two fingers from his opposite hand to rub lazy circles against your clit. That alongside your breathing helps your body relax and brings a lot of ease to you, opening yourself up. He slowly strokes your insides, taking his time to drag it forward and back, slipping it out before bringing it back inside. You can’t help but notice how eyes flicker from your lower half to your face occasionally but you don’t say anything. “Deep breath.” He tells you before he slips another finger in beside the other. 

You whine when he moves them both inside of you, your body rocking against his fingers with a circular motion of your hips. He opens them up before closing them again, you grip the sheets. He felt so deep inside of you with just his fingers… the real thing would be different – longer and thicker – you didn’t know if you were ready. “You’re overthinking aren't you? Just focus on how you’re feeling right now.” His eyes are on yours, his fingers curling inside of you so deliciously that you forget to breathe. When he takes them out, you feel incredibly empty, your hole clenching for more. You're huffing and shaking when you look his way again, he’s opening and closing the two fingers that were inside of you; playing with the slick that was there before he sucks them off. He slips them back inside, sliding them on your inner walls and pressing upwards – the pads of his fingers rubbing circles inside of your soft insides; which makes you squeeze his fingers tight. Rubbing your clit again to soothe you, he slowly curves them as he slips them out – you gasp at the feeling.

He grips your hips and forces you to slide down, his breath knocking the wind out of you when you feel it right by your slit. Your fingers tightly gripping the duvet in anticipation, awaiting his tongue. You gasp when his tongue circles over the hole, nudging there just a bit before he licks up a wet trail; moving back to your clit. He plants a small kiss on the pink throbbing bud, then another before he takes it in his mouth and sucks. His tongue moving around in shapes you can’t make out until you feel the hard S he craves in with his mouth, his head rocking against your legs. When the Y comes, he’s peeling back the hood of your clit and flicking the initial inside rapidly. He slides his face down before he finishes, he pulls your sticky lips apart and dives inside. The tip of his tongue sliding back and forth achingly and painfully slow, his head shaking to the sides when he licks upwards, curving his tongue to hit a particular spongy spot that makes your thighs shake. Your fingers now dig through his silvery hair, pulling when he does a harsh lick against your core. “Taste so good…” He mumbles, rolling your clit between his tongue.

The obscene noises that you hear comes from his mouth feasting on you – slurping, sucking and even the noises of his own groans. Groans that were akin to a dying man giving his last prayer, his groans were drowning out the sounds of your own moans. “I can’t take it–” Slushing sloppy noises are what drowns out your moans and pleads. “Sylus please…” You can feel your own wetness under your bottom and embarrassment floods through you, and at the right time his nose bumps into your clit and you grind into it more with a huff; nothing but useless babbling coming out of your mouth. Another lick causes your toes to curl and your body to twist and coil when a leaking orgasm passes through you; which doesn’t stop him from sucking everything that you have to offer. 

 His hair now disheveled from you tugging and pulling on it — his face sopping wet from your juices and you can’t help but look away from him, he sits completely upwards. “Look at me.” Your eyes back on his, biting your lip before you looked down at the bulge in his pants – it looked so big and your mouth ran dry. It was an accident and unconscious thing but you licked your lips while staring and before you knew it, he was speaking again. “You look really interested in pleasing me.” His brow is arched and his voice low. “This is going to be fun.” He said more to himself than you, standing and unzipping his pants. 

You were still completely naked yet he was clothed – almost fully – just his cock sitting out of his pants standing hard and proud against his stomach. This sight before you made you remember who was in power and just how much power you lacked. But wordlessly, you got on your knees. “You want it? Want my cock? ‘Can see how you’re panting for it.” He was truly condescending and knew how to put you in your place, but the way he made you cum made you see nothing but starlight and you wanted to please him.“Come and take what you want sweetie, take what you need.” You stared – 7 and a half inches of a tanned cock and two firm balls blocked your view of everything else – the tip leaking with white sticky precum dripping down. You trace your tongue up the sides, licking up anything you can to get the taste of him before you kiss the head; then you open your mouth around him and let your teeth run against the sides before you suck him in.

“Watch your teeth, kitten.” His nose scrunched up and he closed his eyes, his shoulders growing relaxed, you take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and give it a few gentle strokes. “And be careful around the— thehead.” He says when your tongue runs a circle around the tip and one wet suck. His face relaxes for a second and you can’t help but to look him over. You knew he was good looking but right now with pleasure all over him, he looks a thousand times better. 

The heaviness in your mouth felt so foreign but you welcomed it, the masculine salty taste that followed when you bobbled your head back and the way your cheeks puffed out because of him; it felt good. Your saliva dripped on the floor beneath you, your technique sloppy but when Sylus gripped the back of your head, you felt like you were on cloud nine. He gently guided you, pulling you forward and back – letting your mouth take him as deep as you can, before he pulled you back off. He inches himself inside, you suck and swallow around him, hearing him groan above you sent your body into a frenzy. You choke a bit but he keeps a steady pace to train your mouth again, muffled moans erupt from you when he moves your head again, hitting a deeper spot almost reaching the back of your throat. 

“Such a good girl…” He cooed and a whine slipped through your lips, his praise making your thighs clench together. When he finally pulled you off, strings of spit broke off from your mouth and his dick. “I’m going to come inside of you.” He tells you, but you can barely register what he’s saying too far gone on your high of being used. You’re smiling a dopey grin and he squeezes the sides of your face to make you look at him, your glossy eyes in a permanent daze. “That was only the beginning, are you sure you can handle the rest?”

“Mhm. I’m sure.” Your voice is trembling and hoarse as you speak. You wanted to feel him cum inside of your throat but maybe you were being too greedy, your body swayed. He lifted you up from the floor, your knees burning. You lay there, your eyes droopy as you wait for him, all you hear is movement and a zipper before he returns to you. 

“You belong to me, got it?” His hand wrapped around your throat. “Your body is mine to please, to fuck with… to do whatever I want with. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it.” His voice is hard and mean again, his jaw tense as he stares in your eyes.

“I knowww.” A whimper mixed with a whine comes from your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just sighs. Your body trembles and you sniffle, it makes him cradle your hand in his hands.

“You’re shaking, are you that scared?” He asks you gently, as if you’re a flower who needs tending to. Your eyes wide but say nothing. He laced your fingers together, his hands covering the both of yours in an iron grip. “It’s okay kitten, I won’t hurt you.”

You yelp upon feeling a cool sensation hit your lower half, him rubbing it more inside. He’s hovering over you, his beautiful face watching over yours as he slides his cock over your pussy, not daring to push it inside. He just moves his hips well enough that you’re gasping every time, his tip bumps your clit and you bite your lip, your nails ready to pierce his back. You lean into his touch and he kisses your jaw, trailing them down and gently nibbling at your collarbone, sucking on the skin. “Relax,” He says, playing with your wet folds, he starts to play with your clit again and you shiver. “I’ll be gentle.” Did Sylus truly know the meaning of the word? You’re wailing when he slides just the head in, barely. Easing a small bit of his tip in and fucking you just a tiny bit. 

Then you feel him nudging more inside of you – his head thick and the squelching noises of him moving in make you tense up, but he whispers in your hair to calm you down and then you’re sucking him in. Your voice is gurgly when more of him slides in, a new found warmth inside of you. “Still so tight…” A strained groan fell from his lips, you reached from him with tears in your eyes. Sylus didn’t move, he rubbed your hair but stayed there then he did a tiny jerk of his hips, the stretch makes you sob, but you know that he’s only barely inside of you and that there was more to come. He tells you to take a deep breath and you listen, not wanting to be in any more pain; he slips more of it inside, a thumb on your clit. He presses his thumb and does small circles around it – strangled sounds come out of your lips – he still hasn't moved. 

You look at him, you put his face in your hands and look in his eyes, telling him just how ready you are for this. He’s working his cock in slowly, inch by inch but he looks like he's scared to overwhelm you. When his pelvis meets yours you gasp…your hips buckle when he completely bottoms out, a sigh dying on your lips and tears free falling… it didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to but the pain still lingered. Your eyes rolling back and you squeal, your fingers holding tightly against him. “Oh…oh… Sylus.” Panting – your eyes probably filled with hearts — as you look at him, lovingly.  The stringing stretch subsides when he does a small thrust, not too deep but enough to make you feel good. He pulls back and pushes himself back inside, watching your expression as you take him. 

He’s being as gentle as he can, you notice. His hips thrusting soft, just nudging the soft spots inside of you. He pushes inside of you again, the first painless thrust and you both moan. Your belly tenses when he speeds up and the noises of wet skin slapping makes your body heat up. He’s rocking his hips against yours, circling his hips clockwise in a way that makes you shudder. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, he fucks you a bit harder than before. The sound of his balls slapping against you is all you can hear – his strokes getting deeper as he slows down, you look down and see the strings of wetness coating his cock as he stuffs you full of it again. “God, feels so good inside of you.” His mouth slightly agape.

 A small squirt of wetness spills out of you as he thrusts inside, some of it under your bodies and some of it splashing upwards as he digs deeper inside of you. You’re squirming and squirting, eyes crossing over when you hear him say: “Marking your territory, kitten?” It only makes you gush more, squeezing around him. You can feel his deep chuckles as it vibrates from his chest to yours – he’s always mocking you but right now you could care less —the way your body feels has you ready to bend to his whim. “This little kitten and these sharp claws…” he hisses when you press your nails deeper into his skin, you dig them down his back. The long drag of his cock felt amazing against your walls, a small sharp thrust inside has you both grunting.“Clenching around me so hard.” He kisses the top part of your head and you relish in how caring he’s been, you almost forgot how any of this started.

“What’s my name?” His voice thick with a bit of annoyance, it was clear that he didn’t forget how any of this started. You felt full, lifting your hips trying to meet his thrust, his cock hitting spongy parts inside of you that made you see nothing but bright colors.

“Sy-Sylus!” Your eyes rolling back in your skull and your mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape as he’s inside of you, pure bliss in the form of the gentle thrusting of his body into yours. 

“Who do you belong to?” His teeth clenched and he’s squeezing your waist hard, staring at you… his ruby red eyes glowing in the dim room. His pace picking up faster, squelching plopping noises from the two of you grew louder.

“Youuuu. Sylus.” You admit, puffy pussy sucking him inside. “I belong to you.” He touches your stomach, gazing at it as he fucks himself inside of you. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” His hand on your throat. Grinding his pelvis against yours, your clit pulsing against him. He stops and slides out before he jerks back in, gripping your thighs.

“Sylus!” You’re breathing hard and feel him twitching inside of you when you say his name again.

“And you tried to give it away.” He slapped your cunt and you jolted, a small squirt coming out of you. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is muffled and tears fall; you feel so good and you can’t believe you made the stupid decision in the first place when you could’ve asked him to do this… to make you feel this good. Closing your eyes, you focus on the feeling. He’s stretching you out, squeezing your ass in both of his hands to further spread your body open for his pleasure.

“Eyes on me. Keep looking at me. Look at me while I touch you. Look at me when I make you cum.” Your eyes still closed and he sighs. “Look at me or I’ll stop.”  He gives a sloppy wet thrust pumping his cock inside of you. 

That simple statement made your eyes snap open, “Sylus please…please don’t stop!”  There’s a tremor in your voice and the bed creaks at the same time; your wet walls swallowing him deeper inside. “Please fill me up. I need it.” You’re babbling and the curve of his cock hits a new spot inside of you, the tip grazing your cervix just slightly… just enough to make you feel good and to gasp around him. 

It felt like he was going to devour you.

And you craved it.

So you let him. 

It was one last thrust that was your undoing as you both cum, your back arched and your body feeling completely boneless, wetness slipping out of you as he pulled away. Your body shaking, he kisses you and pulls you close to his bare chest. As you’re drifting to sleep you hear him whisper in the sweetest voice, “I truly do adore you.” 

But maybe you dreamt it.

When you wake, your body is covered in sweat and a heavy arm has you caged in. There’s a dull ache between your thighs and you feel wetness there too, you shiver. You slide from behind the arm and attempt to stand. “Fuck.” You mutter, looking for your clothes or for any clothes. You mentally slap yourself upon remembering that Sylus cut your panties as you rummage through his closet. You pull out a folded plain dress and slip it on, making your way out of his bedroom. You close the door gently so that he can stay asleep and you walk towards the main hall.

“Sounds like Boss really taught you a lesson.” You heard snickering and with a slight limp to your walk, you moved over to slap Luke’s arm.

“Looks like it too.” Kieran said, making you hit him too. “It’s not like we didn’t hear it, you two were so loud that Mephisto left and I swear before he left that he tried to cover his ears. I would’ve done it too, if I thought it would drown off the ‘Sylus don’t stop’ you kept moanin.” Mimicking your voice made you kick him in the shin, which he yelped at. 

“Both of you just hush. I-I’m leaving.” You make your way for the door as they trail behind you.

“So this is you attempting to sneak off?” Luke snorts, you know he’s rolling his eyes behind the mask.

“Yeah right, boss really isn’t letting you leave now.” Kieran chuckles.

“They’re right, you know.” For a split second your body is lifted in the air and slammed against the front of a hard naked chest and for possibly the millionth time today, your body felt hot all over. “You really won’t be leaving my side now.”

But you already knew that.

[minyoongianne]

i was wondering what hayden may have looked like when he was younger, so i made a quick study page 💛

+ bonus

(do you think that if we had met sooner, i could have given you a happier life?)

[minyoongianne]

Olric you have my utmost respect and admiration as you fight for your LIFE in the 'trying to help my brother make friends' olympics

[minyoongianne]

Size kink is going CRAAZY rn

[minyoongianne]

in which: itoshi rin has never thought about marriage- until he met you. 

fluff sprinkled with angst, rin is vulnerable and pathetic and lovesick, gn!reader

itoshi rin has never thought about marriage.

he thinks it's a daunting, restrictive construct that should not mean as much as it does. so much money spent on something completely worthless and non-representative of what true love can look like- two couples don't need some legal certificate to prove their adoration for one another. that's mediocre and pointless.

rin would much rather spend his savings towards something productive and not some diamond encrusted, 24k gold ring, or whatever the fuck the jewellers are on about. he doesn't need to imagine a beautiful venue, or his family dressed for a celebration, or a honeymoon in venice.

itoshi rin has never thought about marriage- until he met you. 

you, unlike everything else good in his life, simply fell into the palm of his hands and proceeded to ruin everything with your arrival.

every thought he had about love and relationships being lukewarm was replaced with new visions of light and warmth, and you were at the centre of them all, brightening his previously-dull world with a simple, yet heartwarming smile. 

(rin thinks it’s his favourite sight- you looking at him like he’s worth something. like he’s kind enough to be loved and cared for.)

he freely admires the outline of your features, the slope of your jaw, where he loves cradling and holding. the curve of your lips and the way his slot perfectly against them. the space between your eyebrows where he kisses you the most because it’s comforting (more for him than you), he thinks he’s most fortunate to be the only one who gets to witness you like this, to touch and taint you like this.

how did he get so lucky?

giving in to his greatest desires, rin shuffles closer to you and wraps an arm tightly around you, eliminating the space that sleep has created between you. he tucks you in where he needs you most: right beside him, and sighs contently when he feels your warmth.

he wonders what you see in him. amongst the constellation of unresolved issues, abrasiveness, and glacial attitude that is itoshi rin, you have found something in him to love, to cherish, to hold. now that he’s had a taste of happiness, he doesn’t want to let go even though he knows you’re too good for him; that you’re too lovely and wonderful for someone as wretched as him to keep.

you have lit up his world and he does everything he can to keep your fire alive. 

he doesn’t want to imagine what will become of the world again when you leave. for the night will never end because there will be no sun for the moon to chase, no revelry amongst the expanse of darkness. for the waves might never meet the shore again, for the fruit will never bear again, and the mountains will shrink into the plains; leaving itoshi rin to wander in a world of solitude and destitute.  

so instead, he imagines a beautiful venue, his family and friends dressed to the nines for a celebration, a luxurious honeymoon in venice, and you, the most glorious and praiseworthy of all.

“i love you,” whispers the dark-haired. you shift slightly in his grip but you don’t fully rouse, and he’s relieved to know that you have not yet woken, because his love is loudest when the world is silent. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.”

rin hugs you a little tighter.

he imagines about living a life bound by matrimony. he thinks about a life with matching rings to represent the love you have for one another. he thinks about a life with you as his only forever; a life so sweet, he begins tearing up. 

reaching for your hand, rin’s thumb rubs your ring finger. “it’s you, it’s only you, i’ll only ever want you.” he kisses it, not liking how empty and vacant it feels underneath his lips.

soon, rin will go. he’ll go to the most extravagant jeweller he can find and search and search until one deems itself worthy of you. if he cannot give you the world, then this will do in the meantime (because he will keep searching for a way to do the former).

with a shaky exhale, he presses his forehead to yours before closing his eyes, longing to see you in his dreams. 

he hopes you never leave him, and if his (cruel) heart is not enough to convince you to stay, he can only hope that a diamond ring- the most expensive one at the store, will do the trick.

(he is yours, body, mind, and soul, all at your mercy. the only thing itoshi rin wants in return is for you to say 'yes'.)

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[minyoongianne]

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who insists on walking as close to you as is humanly possible, but always under the guise of “I just want to be closer to my girl, what’s wrong with that?”

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who keeps his eyes peeled when the two of you are in public, composure lazy yet his brain completely alert and wary of everything; the cars zooming down the street, that shady-looking dude over there, that dog that is much too large and aggressive-looking to be allowed outside — literally everything.

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who grasps your elbow gently when you’re in large crowds to avoid you drifting away from him.

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who, in those same crowds, growls and glares at anyone who bumps into you — even if it’s accidental.

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who immediately presses a palm to your forehead when you sneeze or sniffle, insisting that you “go get some rest before it gets worse.” (You don’t even have a fever, it’s just all the pollen in the air.)

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who is entirely tuned in to your emotions and picks up on even the subtlest of changes — then immediately dotes on you to get to the root of your upset and fix it; if he has to see those tears in your eyes his heart will break into pieces.

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who jumps immediately to your defense when he feels you’ve been insulted or mistreated, his mind and body both ready to teach a lesson to whoever had the gall to do such a thing to you — even your closest friends aren’t spared from this threat.

Jo “I’m not overprotective” Togame who, upon being presented with all the instances and evidence in which he is overprotective, sighs in defeat and admits, “maybe I am a little bit overprotective; but it’s just because I love you so much.”

Head empty — just Jo Togame 😩

I’ve been looking for a reason/inspiration to break out of my two-year spell of writer’s block, and I found it a few days ago when I decided to binge Wind Breaker (both the anime and the manga) and this handsome boy has just been rotting my head — ugh, he’s truly too perfect 😩 anyway, if you enjoyed this please consider leaving some feedback! It would be so, so appreciated (especially with how long I’ve been out of the game)! <3

[minyoongianne]

— v. lycaon | stay soft, get eaten

·₊̣̇. ⊱ warnings: fem reader, dubcon, aphrodisiac, yandere, oral fem receiving, clit sucking, cervix fucking, knotting, creampie, extremely unrealistic depiction of sex, he calls you master n is a lil obsessed with you, not edited/proofread

wc: 2k+

the grip he has on me is insane now if only he'd be gripping up this [REDACTED] sobs

You were so lucky to have an attendant as well prepared as Lycaon. After spending the evening unable to sleep, angrily listening to birdsong as the light peeking in from the window grew less and less subdued, he had suggested you take a simple supplement and attempt a nap upon seeing you still laying in bed at his arrival. After all getting rest was the most important thing and if something would come up he could easily handle it for you without letting you rest excessively.

Just enough to be able to get through the day yet still feel appropriately tired come night, that was what he promised after handing a small tablet to you which you gratefully accepted. Lycaon had been sweet and thoughtful from the moment he started at your estate with the Victoria Housekeeping contract, and was always so adamant about remaining at your side.

When the room begins to soften at the edges you don't question it, it may be a mild effect from the pill or your own deprived brain. Focusing on the beat of your heart was easier, keeping your eyes closed as you remained tucked into bed. A heaviness spread through your limbs, delicious and reminiscent of a sleepy cat in the honeyed afternoon sun as you roll onto your back to stretch against the warm sheets.

The brush of them against your skin sends an unfamiliar sort of heat spreading beneath the surface of your body, an odd feeling of wishing it was replaced with physical touch, yearning suddenly for a certain thiren that you knew wouldn't be far from your bedroom.

You try ignoring the growing ache between your thighs, uncomfortably turning over and over from side to side as the temperature rises. Before long you have to thrash the covers off to rest barely covering your legs, nearly panting with the volatile mixture of desire and no sleep.

Thinking of calling for him you bite your bottom lip, a small whimper coming from low in your throat. As you struggle with the inappropriateness of the urge little do you know he's just opposite the bedroom door, listening intently to you with barely contained self satisfaction thrumming through his veins.

It's hardly appropriate for an attendant to be pining after their master, but say you were feeling struck by some overpowering need, what kind of attendant would he be to refuse if you begged for his help? Truly he'd done it on a whim, it just so happened that today was the perfect opportunity to act and perhaps it was simply fate.

"Master?"

His voice jolts you out of the thick fog of lust as he steps through the doorway, unable to bear the sounds of you whimpering for him any longer. With quick steps he's beside you, a hand coming to rest delicately against your forehead which nearly makes you moan from the contact. Your skin glistened with a sheen of sweat and the scent of your arousal was heady in the balmy air, if he were less composed it would've made him drool instantly.

"Are you ill?" Faux concern laces the words as his eyes trail from your face to your heaving chest, your top having bunched up just beneath your breasts was a tantalizing challenge to his self control.

"I can't sleep- feels like I'm on fire," you whine, your eyes fluttering closed and he's grateful for the chance to ogle you openly.

"Do you require my help?" The tone of the question leaves little room for interpretation, the almost breathy way he asks betraying how clear your neediness is to him.

It should make you embarrassed, you should wave him away with a demure no I'll be fine but you can't bring yourself to speak the words aloud, nearly choking on how much you ache for him to touch you again. In a distant corner of your disconnected mind you wonder if thirens can smell things like arousal and perhaps that's why he offered. It makes your thighs clench together hard, the muscles flexing beneath the skin. How lucky you were to have someone so dedicated to attending to your needs that he'd even offer.

"Wouldn't be- appropriate-" you force the words out between deep breaths, desperately trying to regain some self control as your eyes find his.

He looked so handsome knelt by your bed, his singular visible eye shining with concern. You want to smooth the worry from his face with a hundred deep, frantic kisses, so powerful is the urge it's more like being gripped by madness.

"You don't need to worry, as my master I can't let you remain in this state without intervention." The words are so syrupy sweet to your ears, his voice low and sending delightful shivers down your spine.

If he's saying it's okay then why worry about impropriety? Once again you can't help the surge of thankfulness at his presence and his loyalty to you.

Gingerly he grasps your hand in his much larger one, bringing your arm up before placing the softest kiss to your inner wrist. The sensation of his lips against your skin is enough to make you squirm, back arching slightly just from the barest contact.

"Mm, don't know what's wrong with me," you breathe harshly as his mouth maps a trail from your wrist up your arm, your shoulder, and before you register it he's above you and those clawed hands are roaming the overheated skin of your stomach and it feels like every sense you have is being overcrowded by him.

If you had the wherewithall you would have perhaps been ashamed to be so openly writhing and moaning beneath him with your hands fisting in the material of his shirt but given the way he makes you feel like you'll crack apart in the next millisecond there was simply no room for things like humiliation or shame.

"Will you let me help you, my master?"

The request is accompanied by the feeling of him sucking on the side of your neck, sharp teeth barely ghosting over the delicate flesh he could easily rip. Why does everything feel so much more sensitive than usual? If you could think straight it would be a more pertinent question, but against the feeling of his hands cupping your breasts and urging you to help him remove your shirt the concern washes away like sugar in hot water.

In a way Lycaon is glad for your habit of wearing little to nothing in bed, because it feels like this is exactly what you wanted to happen. Each evening it was like the single greatest test of his resolve to not immediately give in to the urge that screamed to rip those skimpy clothes off you and fuck you until your pretty eyes were full of tears and that tongue of yours was only good for sounding out his name.

And he hadn't lied earlier, not fully. That pill would help you with your sleeping troubles eventually but the less than mild aphrodisiac effects would kick in first. It's no concern though, because that's what he's here for, to service you as his master. And so what if it happens to be a shockingly convenient avenue for satisfying his own desires? Who could blame a devoted attendant for loving their master so greatly?

As you shift your hips impatiently he's all too eager to indulge you, hooking a hand beneath your thigh and pushing one leg up in order to slot himself better between your legs and feel the tantalizing heat radiating from the apex of your thighs.

You can feel the way his bulge throbs against you through your clothes and it's exciting, like his body is begging for just the same release as yours and his movements have taken on a more predatory tinge- caging your body with his forearms on either side of your head now, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip in between sloppy kisses and the rhythmless, frantic grinding of his hips against yours.

"Want you, please," it leaves your lips as a pathetically desperate whine as you roll your hips to meet his in a pantomime of unclothed thrusts. Feeling his erection strain against layers of clothing has only served to make you feel even more delirious, like you're on fire and he's all that could hope to put it out.

"Like this?" The question is needy, nakedly desperate and it makes your fingers claw against his soft fur, pulling him down to kiss you again in a flurry of teeth and tongues.

You give an airy mhm and his head dips down to your chest with a particularly sinful groan, teeth ghosting over the swell of your breast before his hands are on you again, nearly ripping the flimsy pajama bottoms off of you in his haste to get you undressed and knowing you're so impossibly close to finding relief for the all consuming ache in your body makes you sigh contentedly for the first time as the air brushes against your clammy skin.

His movements are quick, snaking down on his belly and brushing his nose against the skin of your inner thighs. You can hear the deep inhale he takes, feel the way your body flushes hot in response. His hands run up and down your feverish skin, riling you up and when his tongue licks a fat stripe all the way up your flesh until his face is pressed against your pussy you can't help the way you moan his name so brokenly, a sound more akin to cracking porcelain.

And it's then that his self restraint seems to snap cleanly in two, his claws nearly digging into your thighs, nose bumping against your achingly puffy clit as his tongue delved inside your soaked entrance. It was impossible, feeling him as deeply as you were and he wasn't even using his fingers. Your own twisted into the bedsheets so hard they should have torn, your mouth open as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Soon enough he held one arm across your hips to pin you down and lessen your squirming, alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking on it, his sharp canines occasionally brushing dangerously against the sensitive bundle of nerves. With every drag of his tongue it felt like a coil winding back tighter and tighter inside your gut, hands fumbling to touch any part of him you could grasp as he retained his unrelenting pace never wavering in the attention he lavished your pussy with.

And all too soon he's pulling away from you, leaving you to keen high and pathetic at the loss of him, panicked eyes frantically locked on his figure as he drags himself back up to face you. Before you can whine too much he's shushing you with a deep, languid kiss and giving you the secondhand aftertaste of yourself on his tongue. For a brief moment you wonder if you've died and this is the afterlife: one long satisfaction of desire.

"I don't mean to tease, but I need you in another manner master." And you don't need to to ask what he means, feeling what must be his painfully hard erection rubbing against your bare, soaked cunt. Thrilled eagerness skips like electricity through your bloodstream, already rolling your hips to beg for it before your mouth even opens.

And like the wonderful attendant he is Lycaon obliges before you have to say a word. His hands deftly shed his clothes, now rumpled and twisted, before discarding them on the floor in a heap. Your bottom lip catches so hard between your teeth at the sight of him it's a miracle you don't draw blood.

Even in your most vivid fantasies there's simply no way you could capture just how gorgeous he was, and you can feel your eyes widen as they settle on the sight of his now freed cock. The tapered tip, flushed red and needy, glistening with precum, the girth of him enough to make your eyes water, and the length promising that he can easily kiss that spot inside you that turns your vision to static.

You could start drooling from how badly you need him inside you, a fresh wave of overzealous longing battering against your mind like waves against a rocky coastline. As he leans down, supporting himself on one forearm beside your head you meet his eyes again, seeing an amused look on his face that made you squirm in embarrassment at being caught so openly admiring him.

The scent of arousal and sweat is so thick in the air even you can catch it, it must be driving him insane. The thought nearly makes you giggle but the press of him against your entrance cuts off any sound you could hope to make, mouth left hanging open as he starts the slow press inside. Tears instantly push against your waterline, threatening to spill both from the painful adjustment to his size and because nobody has ever made you feel so full before.

He's barely midway inside and you're already panting, chest heaving as you mewl out his name and grab onto his shoulders like he's the only stable thing in the world. Your fingers find purchase in his soft, snowy fur and as his swollen, fat knot settles against your entrance you feel a rush of the most perfect bliss. Like you two were made for each other.

The delirious thought takes root as he kisses his way from your lips to your jaw, down your throat before giving you a few gentle nips with his teeth just to make you gasp and tighten your grip on him before he begins moving.

His pace is slow, almost loving, as you feel every vein as he pulls out only to inch back inside you with ease now thanks to your excess of arousal mingling with his saliva. You can't help the way your toes curl against nothing but the air as you move to grab onto your own thighs, desperate already to feel him deeper and once again, Lycaon follows your whims dutifully.

You can't help but cry out incoherently as he presses into you again and again, the head of his cock hitting so far inside you it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs.

But it's still not enough, and you feel that coil resume it's firm windback into position, almost ready to spring.

"Please, feels so good," you gasp out, "need more- harder -" you squeal with a particularly deep thrust against your cervix and ever the gentleman he doesn't make you ask again.

Groaning low and gravelly he cages you fully with his forearms, burying his snout into the side of your neck as the obscene sounds of skin slapping and the squelching of your greedy cunt drown out anything else. Distantly you hear his claws ripping through the sheets but you can't be bothered to care, not when he's got tears running down your cheeks and your pussy clamping down on his so hard, desperate to keep him inside.

You can feel him throbbing as you curl your fingers deeper into his fur, crying out his name as the tension inside your belly reaches a head, making your eyes screw shut and your head press back against the pillows.

His own ragged breathing doesn't register to you, so lost in the throughs of your own orgasm, but his teeth are gritted, bared in a silent snarl feeling the way you clamp down, the way your walls rhythmically try milking him for all he's worth and in an instinct driven haze his hips move in an even more brutal pace, sure to leave bruises against your tender flesh as the maddening need to cum inside you overwhelms him.

There's no way he could stop himself now and he muffles your cries with sloppy, apologetic kisses, tasting the tang of saltwater as his knot finally pushes it's way in, sitting securely against the ring of muscle at your entrance and he can't stop himself from saying your name against your lips, again and again like a mantra as thick, warm spurts of cum drown your womb.

You remain locked together, you a mess of hiccuping moans and shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm and him grinding against you as if he could still fuck more of his cum even further inside you.

Your ankles shakily lock around his hips and one of his arms slides under your back, hand finding it's way down to grope and squeeze your ass as he whispers to you, words of thanks for indulging him and for allowing him to be of service that swirl dreamily around in your head as your fingers start gingerly stroking against his silky fur, soothing the spots you had twisted and tugged.

In a far away corner of your mind you recognize that this is the first time he's ever used your name to address you. It makes you smile, small and twinged with sleep. You know once he's no longer inside you he'll adamantly clean you up, move you to a different space and ensure you can sleep comfortably while h tidies your wrecked bed.

But another part of you wonders if you could convince him to forgo it all and just stay like this, warm and tangled together.

Maybe if you ask sweetly.

[minyoongianne]

three days | togame jo x gn!reader

what happens when you're faced with an entity you've come to know to fear around town, only to find out he is much more than meets the eye? (or... getting to know Jo Togame for yourself when you take up a part time job at your local festival)

cw: gn!reader (no pronouns or descriptors), sfw/fluff, reader is shy and intimidated around togame, brief mentions of violence, togame is an actual sweetheart

wc: 2.7k

a/n: my contribution to the 'help wanted' summer collab for the @interstellar-inn network! ✨ just a quick thought i had about working with togame at a summer festival. apologies for the lack of detail regarding the type of work, i'm bad at describing those things 😭 many thanks to my boo sonder for beta reading this. reblogs are always highly appreciated! ♥︎

Signing up to work part time for the local festival in your town sounded like a pretty good idea at the start of the summer. It would not only give you a boost in income, but also give you an excuse to enjoy all that the celebration has to offer – The food, the games, and of course the fireworks. Who would complain about seeing such a wonderful display every night after work on a perfect clear night?

At least that’s what you recited to yourself every day leading up to the first day on the job. 

After you arrived on the morning of day one, you were escorted to the stall where you’d be lending a hand. Upon entering the essentially miniature business, there was a sinking feeling in your gut after you laid eyes on a tall and rather large man sorting through the merchandise, one that you recognized from the back of his head alone. 

A black tousled mullet with a loose braid poking from the back, unmistakable to someone who lives within the Bofurin territory like yourself. His name has been said in your vicinity far too many times to count at this point, and the orange jacket thrown over the chair to his immediate left was the nail in the coffin.

It was definitely Jo Togame you were staring at.

You’ve spent enough time at Cafe Pothos to know who Jo Togame is without having to ask. With all the frequent loitering from the attendees of Furin High, over some time they’ve painted quite a picture of the sturdy powerhouse they’ve gone up against time and time again, the gang rivalry still strong to this day. 

You couldn’t help but overhear the nightmare stories about the ruthless vice-leader of Shishitoren, the second in command and one of the most feared guys in the area, who leaves little regard for his enemies and apparently even less for his comrades, putting so many of his own underlings between his teeth to skin them of their own allegiance for being too weak or a disappointment to the Devotees of Power. His image is a cruel one, and you can’t lie and say you haven’t shuddered in your seat a few tables over as the Bofurin boys talk about the way he dominates every single fight he finds himself in.

“Hmm? You need somethin’?” 

You hear a drawl as Togame turns around to look down at you from behind citrine-tinted glasses, giving a slow tilt of his head when it takes you several seconds to compose yourself, because you can feel that same shudder as before creeping up your spine yet again.

“Y-Yeah, no. I don’t need anything. I mean… I’m supposed to be working here for the festival.” You wish you hadn’t stumbled over your words, but it was near impossible while being scrutinized by someone so well known for all the wrong reasons.

“Ahh, I see. Well then,” he replies slowly as he puts down the box he was holding, dusting his hands on his samue before extending a hand out to you. “Looks like we’ll be working together for the next few days. Name’s Jo Togame.” 

You instinctually flinch at his gesture, timidity apparent on your face that makes the giant blink in a bit of confusion through the tinted lenses. After a long awkward moment of you clutching your hands to your chest, Togame retreats his hand to brush it over the back of his neck. He can’t say he’s surprised really, assuming that every few people he encounters knows the connotation that comes with his name. 

He chooses to not bring it up, instead deflecting back to the current subject at hand. “Anyway, you ever done anything like this before?” 

Your voice seems to fail you, choosing to stare down at his shoes rather than try to look through his glasses and give him a shake of your head. You can hear a light scoff, but you miss the way Togame smiles gently when he does it.

“S’fine. I can go over the basics with you. Fair warning, it gets pretty busy at times. But I’ll be here to help, of course. Wouldn’t let you drown all by yourself.” He speaks slowly and relaxed, just the same as his arms as he continues sorting through boxes and setting things up as he goes over everything you need to know. The entire time you’re getting the crash course, you try not to think about the last story you heard about this exact man giving a Bofurin boy a black eye and a few kicks to the ribs just for crossing the tunnel into Shishitoren’s territory.

You wonder if it’s too late to back out of the commitment altogether, change your mind and turn down the extra money for summer break just to relieve yourself of having to work with such an awful guy. But this was supposed to help you, and in any case you don’t suppose he’d be so unprofessional in this environment if they’ve hired him to work more than once.

So you end up telling yourself it’s only for three days, and that time will fly by and once this is all over, you’d get yourself far away from Jo Togame and vow to keep it that way.

. *. ⋆

On day one, you observe that Togame, while notably sluggish and unhurried in all aspects, is quite the hard worker and delivers respect to everyone he communicates with. There’s not a tinge of attitude or unsavory behavior that you observe. In fact, he sounds… pleasant, jovial even in his own way of doing it, toward you and all of the customers that come to the stall.

He apologizes when he bumps into you, because really it’s difficult when he’s as big as he is, his height alone making him have to duck slightly while inside the confines of the stall. But if he can help it, he excuses himself when sliding past you to get to something he needs, and obliges when you do it back to him, albeit quietly.

Togame even saves you from the box you tried lifting, unaware that it would be so heavy since he made it seem the exact opposite. Before you could topple over, he had his hands around you and the box in a surprisingly quick motion, betraying his usual slow pace to ensure nothing and no one was hurt. 

“Careful now, how about you let me take that?” he insists while prying the weighted box from your hands like it was nothing. “Can’t have you needing me to take you to the hospital.” 

And you’re sure he means it lightheartedly, but in the back of your mind you wonder how many people he’s sent to the hospital.

He makes other jokes with you occasionally, which took you a few hours to start laughing at, but once Togame heard that first giggle come from your mouth in a slip of your defense, he gave you a warm smile accompanied by a breathy chuckle. 

“Hey, finally got ya to laugh. Was startin’ to think I’m just not that funny.”

As you suspected, the hours fly by, and Togame offers to walk you home at the end of the night. You consider it for a split second because it is late, but your nerves get the best of you seeing him pull on his Shishitoren jacket, so you politely decline without much push back from the shaggy haired man. 

“Okay, fine. But I better see you in one piece tomorrow.” Togame once again jests at you as he walks off through the alley of other stalls, the bold black lion staring you down the entire time. And it surprises you because… 

How is this guy a delinquent in the slightest?

. *. ⋆

On day two, Togame ditches the orange lenses he had perched on his nose the day before, and for the first time you really notice his eyes, how kind and soft they are, and such a beautiful shade of green that it makes your own eyes sparkle back at him, much to his surprise. You almost want to compliment him, but the words never leave your tongue.

Between running back and forth and talking with customers, you also notice just how patient Togame is. You catch glimpses of this in his interactions, opting to help a young kid with a literal handful of change count out his earnings in hopes of buying his favorite snack from the stall. 

The gentle giant moves the coins across the counter as you watch in awe, silently beside yourself that rumors exist of this man punching out teeth and stomping his own teammates into the dirt across town. You’d be less surprised to see him pocket the boy’s change and tell him to buzz off.

“Perfect, you have just enough, kid. Here ya go.” As he hands over the treat to the boy, you recall the number Togame had stopped counting at – five hundred Yen short of the correct price.

As he deposits the change into the drawer under the counter, you see him pull out one of his own five hundred Yen coins from his coin purse and throw it in. You don’t tell him you saw it.

Later on in the day, you come back from your short fifteen minute break to see Togame chatting it up with some much older men, old enough to be your grandparents’ age, actually. They seem to know each other judging by the informal nature of their conversations that you were trying hard to not listen in on, but really it was inevitable with such a small space behind the counter.

After a few laughs and waves goodbye, Togame joins you to do some cleaning up while things are slow, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

“Hey, Togame?” He responds with a drawn out hum in acknowledgement. “Who were those guys?”

“Huh? Oh, just a few old timers from the public bath house. We hang out and play a lot of Shogi together, and they kick my ass every time.”

“Why do you do that?” 

It sounds like such a simple question, but it catches Togame off guard, and you can see it in his face as he struggles to give an immediate answer with raised brows. You swear you see the tips of his ears turn a warm shade of pink as he wipes down the counter in front of him.

“I guess because… It makes them happy. Makes me happy, too, I suppose.” He flashes an almost embarrassed smile, downturned eyes crinkling in the corners that you notice in that moment because, for once, you’re actually holding eye contact with him. 

And you’re not afraid.

What you didn’t anticipate at all is that Jo Togame is more than what the Bofurin gang discuss in their big groups at the cafe. You actually wonder if they’ve been talking about someone else entirely, misusing the name of the man you’ve spent the last few days working with, because after your observations, you surmise that there’s no way they’re talking about this guy, the one that hangs out with the older generation and plays games with them simply for the joy of it.

At the end of the night, Togame relieves you early to get a good spot to watch the fireworks and opts to finish cleaning up on his own. You try to protest, because part of you wants to stay and talk to him more, learn more of his hidden kindnesses and gentle tendencies that seemingly get overlooked by his street cred. 

Another part of you entertains the idea that if you both hustle the clean up together, then he could come watch the fireworks with you, but you lack the courage to make the suggestion. You thank him kindly as he waves you off to go enjoy the show.

As nice as Togame has shown himself to be, he still makes you nervous, still has an intimidating presence to him, but you don’t quite recognize the true context of it until the following day.

. *. ⋆

It’s the last day of the short festival, and you find yourself being a little more open with Togame. You think he looks nice in his casual haori, ever equipped in a pair of loose pants and sandals that you lightheartedly tease him about, and you’re met with another sheepish smile and a hand at the back of his neck.

“Hey now, I just like being comfortable, that’s all.” 

And you find it hard to argue with him when it occurs to you that his style compliments him – his lax nature and free spirit, that ‘stop to smell the roses’ type of attitude that just suits him so well. You think you envy him a little, wanting to be a bit more like him after getting a glimpse of who he is, who he really is. 

Screw what Bofurin has to say about Jo Togame – you think he’s actually pretty nice. 

The night comes to an end faster than you anticipate, the burst of attendees toward the final hours of the festival speeding up the passage of time you and Togame have left together, and you start to feel sad that it’s over. What you once were dreading to endure is now something you wish would last just a little bit longer. 

This time, as the two of you do one final round of cleaning up, you tell Togame to come watch the fireworks. “It’s the last night, Togame, you should come watch them!” 

Perhaps you should have asked instead, but he doesn’t seem offended at your insistence, the small plea in your voice that has his eyes wider than usual. In fact, he obliges in kind, and you think he works just a bit faster to close up, a harmless urgency that you think is kind of cute, though you don’t dare comment on it aloud.

The two of you sit on a small embankment to watch the dazzling night sky light up in pretty colors and sparkle above you, and you’re so mesmerized by the spectacular show that you miss the few glances that Togame throws in your direction, seemingly watching some of the show come to life in your eyes instead.

This time, you accept his offer to walk you home, hoping that your budding desire for more of his time isn’t too evident in your tone or your cheerful smile.

The walk is quiet, coming down from the excitement of the last few days and the exhaustion from working hard to make the festival a great success, and get that extra cash in your pocket. There’s a chill in the air, one you hadn’t noticed earlier and you chalk it up to the large crowd and the heat of the fireworks. But it doesn’t bother you, a subtle warmth blooming in your chest as you make your way to your street.

Togame bids you goodnight as he turns to head back the way you just came, the flash of the Shishitoren lion across his broad back facing you yet again as his sandals clack against the pavement. You remind yourself that the symbol holds an air of fear and cruelty in its design, and technically by association, so does Togame, the guy you’ve been systematically influenced to fear. 

That is, up until three days ago.

And maybe he is that person, a fearsome dog that draws blood in dirty fights, gets into trouble in dark alleyways and instills fear in those that cross his path, but so far he’s never given you reason to believe that’s all he is. You think you’d like to challenge the countless stories of violence for yourself, challenge the perception that precedes the gentle and kind demeanor he’s shown you over the last seventy-two hours.

“Hey, Togame–?” you quickly blurt out before he’s walked out of earshot. 

He looks surprised as he turns back to you, only to soften the expression and shoot you a look with those green eyes of his, hands tucked into the deep pockets of his jacket.

“You can call me Jo, ya know.”

“Right… Jo.” You taste his name in your mouth, sweet like a sugary glaze on your tongue, and you think that you’d like to say it more.

“When’s the next festival you’re working?”

. *. ⋆

© mitsuwuyaa 2024 | do not steal, copy, or translate any of my written works to any other platform. reblogs are highly appreciated! header image credit: Noragami (manga written and illustrated by Adachitoka)

[minyoongianne]

— YOUR EX SHOWS UP AT A PARTY

choose your fighter ; sakura haruka, kaji ren, hayato suo, umemiya hajime, togame jo

c: fluff, slightly suggestive content, all characters 18+ implied

SAKURA HARUKA —

sakura straightens up considerably as you squeeze yourself into the last remaining bit of space left on the couch—which happens to be directly beside him. he looks between your flush thighs and innocent face several times, brows knit together as he stares at you in confusion.

you roll your eyes at the slight dusting of pink caressing his cheekbones before nodding toward where your ex is currently standing across the room. an annoyed sound makes its way up sakura’s throat as his eyes narrow, and he mutters something under his breath before unceremoniously grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together.

a visible shudder wracks through him as you lean your head on his shoulder, and you briefly consider letting your lips draw near his jaw—but the cups and cans sitting dangerously close to where one of his feet rests propped up on the coffee table beg otherwise.

��can I just punch him?” he exhales lowly through gritted teeth.

your nose feathers against the side of his neck, and he sputters and chokes.

“i think this will be far more effective,” you laugh.

KAJI REN —

“i’ll trade you for a mint.”

kaji levels you with an unimpressed look as he continues to peel off the wrapper to the lollipop clutched between his fingers, making a show of popping the small red ball into his mouth while you continue to wiggle the green and white striped candy in his direction.

“no thanks,” he replies, teeth clinking against the lollipop.

peeling yourself up off of the couch with a huff, you nudge his foot before getting up to go and find something to drink. in turn, he hooks his ankle on yours and nearly trips you, but he’s already turned away and talking to hiiragi when you whip back around to glare at him.

shortly after, you find yourself clutching a plastic cup in the kitchen trying to avoid the newly-arrived presence of your ex in the living room. you nearly jump at the feeling of a hand grasping your shoulder and spinning you around, a warm body gently easing you back against the counter.

out of the corner of your eye, you can see your ex striding toward the fridge. but kaji’s hand cups the side of your face as he turns your head back to meet his gaze.

he doesn’t say anything as his thumb feathers over your bottom lip, stopping in the middle and applying just enough pressure to beckon them to part. you swear you hear someone call out your name, but you’re too distracted by the way kaji pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and slides it into yours.

SUO HAYATO —

“truth or dare?”

the crowd gathered around the fire pit in the backyard laughs as nirei nervously downs half of his drink in one gulp while kiryu mulls over what scandalous truth he’s going to make him spill. ten minutes ago, you were rolling your eyes and laughing, too, when tsugeura drunkenly suggested the game in the first place. but now all you can focus on is the last face you want to see sitting across from you in the glow of the flames.

a shoulder knocks into yours eventually, and suo’s mouth hovers hear the shell of your ear as he leans in close from where he’s sitting beside you in the grass and murmurs, “i dare you to stop looking over at him every two seconds.”

you let out a quiet, undignified noise and try to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm breath against the side of your neck. and then his voice is a little louder for everyone to hear as you belatedly realize it’s now his turn when he looks at you and asks, “truth or dare?”

there’s a challenge in his eyes, a spark that has nothing to do with the dancing flames reflecting in his pupils.

“dare,” you breathe out, well aware of the weight of your ex’s stare.

suo smiles, tilting his head to the side slightly. “kiss me.”

it’s tentative at first, the way you press a soft, careful kiss against your friend’s lips, lingering for a beat before slowing beginning to pull away. he lets out an amused sound as his hand slides up to cup the back of your head, and he murmurs, “look at me,” before bringing his mouth back to yours.

UMEMIYA HAJIME —

leave it to your ex to ruin one of your favorite songs, you think bitterly to yourself as couples and groups of people dance in the grass illuminated under the glow of string lights. there’s a girl laughing and giggling as he tugs her into his arms, moving to the steady beat pouring out of the bluetooth speaker propped up nearby.

“may i have this dance?”

glancing up, you meet a familiar pair of eyes—ones that shouldn’t set your heart racing the way they always do, not when they belong to your brother’s best friend. umemiya’s hair is loose and messy, his expression soft as he holds a hand out to you.

“i can’t dance,” you mutter as he tugs you out into the grass.

“me either,” he shrugs, eyes glittering with amusement while he puts his arms around you. “but i’m pretty sure you love this song.”

your heart does a somersault.

it’s embarrassing, the way your legs threaten to give out beneath you at the feeling of his warm palms against your hips through the light fabric of your sundress. (it’s embarrassing, how long you’ve been in love with him.)

“did you see who’s here?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“there’s only one thing i’m looking at right now,” umemiya smiles, not missing a beat when you stumble and he steadies you by pulling you closer.

TOGAME JO —

water drips down your chin as you repeatedly glance up and down between your soaked front and togame, who’s currently standing in front of you with his arms crossed and a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. the yellow scrap of rubber lying in the grass is the only evidence that remains of the water balloon that came careening in your direction moments ago.

“i’m wearing a white shirt,” you deadpan, slowly pulling at the dripping, nearly translucent material now clinging to your front.

“shame,” he nods, though he doesn’t look even the least bit sorry as he shrugs off his shishitoren jacket and holds it out to you.

you bite your lip to control your urge to inhale the warm, spicy scent that clings to the material. there’s something you can’t quite read in togame’s expression as he watches you, going still as you slide your arms into the sleeves.

“you look good in yellow,” he murmurs, shoulder brushing yours as he goes to walk past you, heading toward where someone is calling his name. “and by the way, your ex is here.”

[minyoongianne]

— p a n a c e a : umemiya hajime x f!reader

summary: don't task an eager guy to leave you speechless, he'll make a race out of it

wc: 1k

content warnings: smut, degradation, lots of marking (hajime loves to bite in this one), he's a bit of a meanie, praise, oral receiving, fingering, pet names, dumbification

a/n: wind breaker tumblr fandom, please treat me kindly :>

everyone knows umemiya is prone to get lost in tasks. you should always do something 100% and with utmost care, is what he tells you, so you may get the greatest results possible back.

safe to say, anything that spikes his interest will be handled with utmost passion and care, dedicated to fulfill his desire to quench this thirst of fulfilment within him.

and while you may not be a task to him, he always ends up getting just as lost in pleasuring you—and giving himself pleasure in return. especially when you moan so pretty for him, whine his name in a way that makes him feel like the most powerful man in the world and look at him like he hung the moon himself.

yet he could never let you know just how weak you make him with your needy gaze. those pretty eyes of yours turning all watery as he whispers filthy praise in your ear and witnesses goosebumps spreading over your delicate skin. “my needy princess. you’re this much of a mess for me already… what am i to do with you?”

humming quietly to his words, your fingertips dig into his arm, fingernails dragging along his sculpted muscles while you desperately try to find the most convincing words to get him to continue his wonderful works on your body. “just missed having you close to me…” you admit as you try your best to reach his lips for a kiss, to no avail.

“you missed me being close to you?“ hajime repeats quietly as the tip of his nose brushes against yours. "we can’t have that… can’t have my baby feel upset and alone.” while his words are laced with kindness, his lips show his true intentions once they suck on your skin. suck on every sensitive spot on your neck until it stings and heightens the sounds of your little cries of protest… or pleasure?

“haji~” you sigh, cry and beg his name like you know no other constellation of letters anymore. legs clenching against his thigh as you desperately try to get further satisfaction from your lover; if it wasn’t for his hand pressing your hip down against the mattress. “patience,” you feel his hot breath fanning over your neck when he murmurs the words into your ear.

his canines graze your pulse point while your racing beat trembles against his lips. blue eyes witness the little droplets of saltwater spilling from your lash line when teeth imprint themselves on your body—destroying the thin layer of your skin until you scratch along his side, painting pretty pink marks on his skin.

“‘s too much.” you try to fight back, try to brush your tears away if it wasn’t for hajime admiring his work of art while he holds your wrist in place. he kisses along the trails of tears until unusually soft pecks reach your eyes and another feathered kiss to your forehead finishes his gentle affection. “you’re so pretty when you cry for me. when you beg me to stop. but we both know you want more.”

“don’t want—” you gasp, before a shaky moan follows your words and betrays you as umemiya’s fingers show you just how wet you are. yeah right, you're totally down for his mean ministrations on your figure, for all the pain and the pleasure.

fingertips run along your puffy clit and play with your pussy while you feel the heat of your body increasing over the shameful squelching sounds you make. “little liar…” he mumbles into your ear, the richness of his voice almost maddening to you.

“i’m no liar!” sounds your pathetic attempt of fighting back. “no? so you’re not turned on by my biting? and you don’t like it when i play with your pussy?” the spank to your puffy lips emphasises the type of playing he is speaking of. “when i ruin your skin and imprint myself on what’s mine?” he whispers the words against your glossy lips, pulling back anytime you try to close the minimal distance between them and grinning cockily over your desperation.

oh he can only adore the frown you wear, the silent plea in your eyes, the desperation for him to finish what he started. “i-i don’t know,” you finally admit. eyes flicking from his own down to his hand and back up to his face. and how could you know? just look at how dumb you already are; thighs clenching around his hand and pussy drooling all over his fingers.

“my dumb princess. doesn't know what she wants...” you feel a gentle kiss pressed against your forehand while the vigorous movements of strong fingers pushing in and out of your sopping cunt leaves your legs trembling. “how am i supposed to give you my all… luckily we got all night to find out.” he returns to using your skin and body as his playground. sinking his teeth into your chest, nibbling on your skin until your back arches off the mattress. gods, how wet you are for him, so perfect just for his own selfless desires.

by now, the trail of his lips leads along your neck, décolleté, stomach down to your clit, where his tongue circles your sensitive little bundle of nerves until your legs are shaking. long fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to your soft spot whenever he curls them upwards and drags them along your pulsing walls until you can’t stop but finally tumble over the edge.

your hips rock against his mouth, with hajime’s own moans vibrating against your clit as he gets a full taste of your orgasm.

“look at my crybaby all happy and fucked out,” umemiya pants once he returns to lean above you, his hair a mess from all the tugging you put him through. but it only adds to his charms, only makes you want to ruin his put together facade further..

[minyoongianne]

you were always calm, so much so that Sakura doesn’t remember you ever being angry

but when a group of guys purposely knock your school report, the one you had been working weeks on (Sakura had even carried your library books home on more than one occasion), into a muddy puddle… you lost it

by the time Sakura and his friends found you, at least two guys were knocked out cold and another had a broken nose

the remaining boys still standing immediately left after seeing your back up

it took a few minutes but after Sakura got you calmed down, you began crying, upset that you lost all your hard work

despite Sakura’s panic, he promised to help you along with Nieri’s research skills and Suo’s way of phrasing things before your deadline next week

[minyoongianne]

Sakura isn't necessarily a picky eater, but he doesn't go out of his way to try anything new

but when the little old lady a few stores down from Cafe Pothos hands him a bag of pastries in thanks for carrying her groceries, Sakura finds it odd as her store is a fabric and craft store

'fufu, i can't say anything except that it's an exclusive partnership. otherwise, she'll go somewhere else.'

so when you and Sakura become more than friends down the line, you let him in on the secret

'that was you?! you made this??' he exclaims, mouth full of a creamy bakery item, blushing, as he sits on some steps

'do you not like them?' you ask, unsure of his reaction

Sakura's face burns even redder as he recalls the time he beat up some mouthy guy who almost bought the last sugary item at the granny's store

but he will never tell you that

[minyoongianne]

Photobooth w/Sakura Haruka!

Pairing: Sakura Haruka x f!reader

At the arcade in the Photo Booth box, you and Sakura were crammed inside. “Can’t we just take photos on a phone?” He grumbles, slightly blushing at how close you were.

“It’s not the same! Haru…pleaseeee…” You give him the biggest puppy eyes ever. He scowls, “F—Fine…” Sakura could never say no to you, especially when you say his name like that with those eyes. Hell, you could ask him to kill someone for you and he would.

You giggle, eyes crinkling when he agrees. He stares at you as you excitedly tap on the screen. “Hmm…this one…or….let’s do this one!” He nods silently.

How did he even manage to score a girl as pretty as you. You were so perfect, in every way. He would do anything for you to keep smiling like that.

Sakura leans back as you touch up your makeup, “Ya look fine…” He says as you reapply some lip gloss. “I wanna make sure I look good for our first photo strip together!”

“Oh, look! It’s counting down now!” You snap him out of his thoughts. You press up against him and rest your head on his shoulder as you smile at the camera. He didn’t even have any time to react.

“H—Hey!” Sakura yelps when you throw your arms around him, smooshing your cheek against his. He profusely blushes when you peck his cheek. He starts stuttering as you back off and press on the screen.

“Let’s see how they look!” You giggle and hop out of the booth. Sakura sits in shock, bringing his finger up to graze where you kissed.

The photo strip prints out and you look at them feeling all giddy. Sakura ends up walking you home. Later that night he pulls the print out of his pocket, a warm feeling inside his chest as he stares at it. He wasn’t looking at the camera in any of photos, his eyes were on you in every picture.

He kept that photo strip in his wallet for years.

[minyoongianne]

Worming your way into his bed his heart

Featuring: Sakura Haruka x f!Reader

Warnings: none…sfw

WC: 700

Entering Sakura’s apartment, you heard the shower running. Deciding to just wait for him to come out, you sit down on his mattress. One that you nagged him to buy after he starting complaining of a sore back.

Puffing up the newly bought pillows, you slipped them into some pillowcases and placed them on the bed. “Oh, Sakura!” You noticed he stepped into the room.

He stares at you for a moment.

You take this moment to engrave what he looks like shirtless into your memory as much as possible. Muscles hardened and tones from the amount of fights he’s been through.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE—?!” He shouts, covering himself up with his arms. His entire torso was red.

“Mmm? You look even cuter shirtless!” You snicker, making him toss the towel at your face.

Sakura now has a T-shirt on and is crouched in the corner, staring at you. “Why’re you so far away, come here.” Patting the spot next to you. He reluctantly comes closer. “Lookie here, I got some pillows!” You say patting at one of them.

Sakura is holding his breathe, trying to look anywhere else, but you. Which is hard to do when there’s nothing in the room.

You’re wearing shorts, your thighs look so smooth and plush— wait are those sleeping shorts. Is that a tank top underneath your flannel—

He can faintly see the outlines of your— through the thin gray tank top. Wait…you’re not wearing one of those bra-ma-jiggys—

Sakura slaps his hand over his mouth, dropping his head to stare into the tatami mat at his feet. So much blood was rushing to his head causing his hearing to deafen.

“Sakura…Sakura!” You tap his shoulder. He turns to look at you, breath hitching when he sees how close your face is to his. He scrambles back, “W-Wha—BUT WHY’RE YOU HERE?!” Pointing a finger at you.

You tilt your head, “You said I could spend the night…?”

Oh right— he responded to your text saying fine, but he didn’t expect “can I come over” to mean “can I spend the night with you”. But he can’t bring himself to kick you out.

He should kick you out. How is going to be able to sleep with you beside him? The prettiest and sweetest girl he’s ever met is laying next to him— he tries not to think anymore.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…sixty-four sheep….

Nothings working, he just can’t fall asleep. Sakura peeks over at you, you’re staring at him. He jolts, “Why’re you looking at me—“ Trying to shout while whispering is proving to be difficult. However, it’s late and he doesn’t want to bother his neighbors.

“I can’t sleep…and you’re very pretty Sakura.” You mumble, just loud enough so he can hear.

Pretty? You think he’s pretty? A freak like him? You’re the one who’s pretty— a strange warm feeling is blooming inside his chest. He bites back a whimper.

“I like you…I like you a lot, so I’ll wait for you to say it back.” You stare into his two-toned eyes. Maybe the drowsiness is giving you confidence, but you’re glad you got it off your chest. It felt freeing, freeing enough to lull you asleep.

Are his ears deceiving him? You like him? Were you lying? Is it really okay for him to be liked? Does he like you?

All these questions swarm his head. The way you say his name with that honey voice and the way you playfully tease him. The thought of you doing that to another guy, makes his stomach churn green with envy. He hates the weak and you’re not weak, you’re strong, strong enough to take the first step when he can’t.

Maybe it’s alright for him to allow you to— what if you leave him? No, Umemiya taught him, so did Kaji, and Suo, and Nirei, and Kotoha— everyone in Bofurin taught him— No, he won’t let you go, not without a fight. You’ve wormed your way into his heart and he isn’t going to let you disappear so easily.

You shift in your sleep, curling up under the covers. He finally allows the words to come out of his mouth, “I like you too.”

[minyoongianne]

Fun day ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Featuring: Sakura Haruka x f!reader

Contents: sfw

shopping date with ur tsundere boyfie

❀ Has his hands shoved deep into my pockets, hunched over a bit, a grimace on his face, and studying intently the crowd

❀ You have to link arms so he actually moves and doesn’t stand in a corner

❀ Follows you around like a lost puppy

❀ Sticks by your side, blushing in Sephora, and is amazed by how much stuff there is Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

❀ Tried to sit on a bench outside the clothing store, but you drag him in…he holds onto your shirt while you walk around, and has a blush on his face the whole time.

❀ Imagining you in the clothing a mannequin has on

❀ Don’t forget taking him into the fitting room with you ( ◠‿◠ )

❀ Has his back turned, shoved into the corner of the changing room, and his head looks like it’s about to burst. Can’t even make eye contact when you tell him to turn around and tell you what he thinks.

↳ ❀ Stutters out, “I-I-It looks—looks nice—!”

↳ ❀ Sighs a breath of relief as you two leave the store

❀ Carrying all your bags, don’t even think about tiring your pretty hands when he’s there!!!

❀ Scarfs down his food when you two sit down to eat, finishes eating before you and stares at your food drooling, so you offer him some ( ´_ゝ`)

❀ Holds your hand as you cross the streets and as you thread through crowds of people. (He looks like a tomato though… and people wonder if he has a fever…..) 🍅

❀ Malfunctions when you hold up a pair of panties for his opinion

↳ ❀ Better go home soon, Sakura looks like he’s about to pass out!!! (>_<)

❀ His friends at school are waiting for him after seeing all the pics you posted online about your date with Sakura.

was around and at prudential center n was like hmmmmm what if I was here with one of the wbr boys……

[minyoongianne]

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤 + 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Incl. Ren Kaji, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, + Hajime Umemiya

Apologies some are longer than others!

ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝕂𝔸𝕁𝕀

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

This man spends the entire day before your date staring in the mirror at himself and screaming into a pillow because; hello? He asked you on a date? And you agreed?

He is definitely the kind of guy who, when panicked, ghosts people. Not maliciously, but solely because when he's anxious he just avoids the situation in its entirety. You can thank Hiragi he doesn't do that this time.

Doesn't wear his headphones on your date, but does keep them around his neck, and if you're quiet enough you can faintly hear music playing from them. He keeps them close enough to focus on if he gets too anxious or too upset, but not on so he can hear you when you talk.

He keeps the suckers though; but if you had ever mentioned a favorite flavor of yours you'd be surprised to notice that these ones he's eating happen to be your favorite flavor.

You find yourself at an arcade with him; nothing too jam-packed because dealing with large crowds would not be fun, but it's not so empty that it feels awkward.

He definitely overthought it before you two arrived there, and is overthinking it while you two are there.

But he pays for all the tokens, buys you both sodas or waters or whatever you want, plays whatever games you want to or suggest, and it takes the third game for you to tell him to stop going easy on you and give you an actual challenge.

He ends up kicking your ass at almost every game you two played, but you win 2/5 rounds of air hockey, so you count that as a win.

Combines all your points/tickets at the end and sends you away so he can choose a prize for you; he ends up with fewer tickets than he thought so he ends up with a small, plushie of a whale. He's embarrassed, but it's soft and has the cutest beady eyes.

The date lasts for a few hours, and he walks you home, awkwardly brushing his pinky against yours before you take the initiative and take his hand.

Drops you off at your place with a kiss on the cheek

You text him a selfie of you in your PJs later that night, holding your whale plushie and he makes it his wallpaper almost immediately,

𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕌𝕂𝕌 𝕋𝕊𝕌𝔹𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕆

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

Is the definition of looking cool on the outside, looking cool on the inside.

Is more excited than anything, no room for nerves, you on the other hand?

Who wouldn't be nervous? Have you seen Tsubaki?

He helps the pair of you plan your outfits days before, matching colors and patterns, hairstyles, and accessories.

The moment you two are out and about together you already look like a power couple; and with the confidence he holds your hand all your nerves disappear.

He takes it slow and simple; taking you for coffee and sweets, sitting outside on their cute patio to talk for literal hours.

He's the type of guy who wants you to try a sip of his drink and a bite of his food and is holding out his fork with a little bit of pastry on the end for you to eat. When he puts his fork down he tells you you have some icing on your face and wipes it off with his thumb, and then he puts his thumb in his mouth, it's such a small, and simple thing but your face is red can you tell who my favorite is?

You two go through a handful of drinks and sweets while sitting there, and for each new order he insists on going up and ordering for you, paying, and taking cute pictures of your drinks together whenever they're served really cute

Once you two are done at the cafe, and Tsubaki has plenty of new selfies with you and candids of you, you two go to a clothing shop that he had found, something small and locally owned, and I can imagine you two doing fashion shows for each other

My friends and I used to do this; but you two pick out outfits for each other, trying to make outfits that fit each others style or outfits you think the other would look amazing in

You take turns trying them on and showing them off; and no matter what Tsubaki is wearing he looks so absolutely amazing you forget how to breath a few times

You go with the notion that you’re window shopping and just trying clothes on for fun, but little do you know he buys himself your favorite outfit he wore and you your favorite outfit your wore

You try and argue against this but he just shuts you up with a kiss; hand cupping your jaw, tilting your head up softly, looking at you so soft and sweet before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours, so feather light and sweet before he pulls back

You’re stunned into silence, face red and lips tinged the same shade as his lipstick

He tells you you both can wear the outfits on your next date, and takes your hand in his, continuing to a pastry shop that’s nearby

𝕋𝕆𝕄𝔸 ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕀

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

He is the definition of looking cool on the outside, is terrified on the inside.

He had an entire box of gas-kun10 in the twelve hours before your date, and it takes everything out of him not to bring out a box on your date.

A gentleman; brings you flowers and picks you up early enough so you can put them in a vase of water before you leave.

I agree with a lot of head-canons that say he seems more traditional? In the gentleman, chivalry sense; and I agree

He holds his arm out for you to hold when you leave; walking closer to the street so you’re further away from any cars (regardless of how few) and any bikes going by

He definitely follows the movie and dinner thing; having genuinely, subtly found a movie coming out that you had wanted to see and taking you to a mid-afternoon showing

He buys your favorite drink and snacks

I imagine he also makes sure to bring his jacket (and hope you forgets yours) so in case the theatre is chilly he can lend you his jacket

It is chilly, and he does lend you his jacket

He also puts his arm around your shoulders while watching the movie; and everything he does is so cliche but dear god is your heart fluttering

He takes you to a nice restaurant afterwards, and you two have a quiet little table, talking about the movie, about the other Furin boys, about your school life and friends

He remembers your friends names and family members names and asks about how they are and just makes you feel so listened to

When he drops you off at home he literally asks if he can kiss you

Brushes your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jawline, resting at your chin as he tilts your head upwards

He kisses you softly and slowly, no expectations behind the kiss; he lets you lead the kiss, lets you end the kiss when you want

It was a simple kiss yet the man leaves you winded

Calls you later that night to talk and unwind, planning another date for the following week

ℍ𝔸𝕁𝕀𝕄𝔼 𝕌𝕄𝔼𝕄𝕀𝕐𝔸

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ:

I think he barges into Pothos to panic to Kotoha because he's never been on a date?

She helps as much as she can before kicking him out.

He debates a lot of ideas, literally has a list on his phone of ideas and pros and cons for each place, and he's read them out to literally everyone.

Poor Sakura almost had an aneurysm, Sugishita nodded along to every idea thrown his way, and Hiragi swore he had a stomach ulcer.

He picks you up in the early afternoon, and takes you to a local café; not Pothos (Kotoha threatened him to go somewhere else where his friends don't hang out); and you two snack on sweets, coffee, and tea before you go to the next place.

I imagine that this man still has to include some of his own interests, so he had found an open garden type park nearby— someplace with lots of flowers in bloom, butterflies and honey bees flying all around

It’s a beautiful place really; and he pays for a special bouquet for you, wrapped with a cute ribbon

You carry it around, and it ends up being the only thing he allows you to carry

He’s carrying your jacket, your purse, any bags from things you buy (he pays for, regardless of how much you argue)

The garden has little areas to sit and relax, and he’s offering to buy you any drinks or snacks, and turns the garden date into a mini picnic as well

He’s definitely the kind of guy to sit there and watch you, leaning on his hand with a dopey look on his face while you talk about anything— and the look on his face makes you feel so vulnerable and warm you find yourself stuttering and stammering without him even saying a word

When the sun starts setting he walks you home, and he’s the kind of guy who has an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you two walk, the tips of his fingers brushing against your bicep in an almost tickling way

He’s so sweet and happy when he drops you off at home, walking inside to put your stuff down because he still won’t let you carry any of your stuff, and he even starts putting any leftover food away without you asking

Like Hiragi, he asks if he can kiss you, and as soft as he was on the date, his kiss is closer to smoldering

It’s heavy, it’s fast, and it’s over so quick that your brain is reeling

He grins at you like he didn’t just physically steal your breath away, telling you goodnight, kissing your forehead before leaving

He texts you later that night, cute little plant pictures and promises for another date

𝔸/ℕ: I am very well aware that Tsubaki is in love with Umemiya (he and me both) BUT I am also way too in love and invested in the Great King that is Tsubakino so he's included. Also, this is my first go at writing for Windbreaker, so if anything is OOC or bad... I'm so sorry. I’ll hopefully get better! >.<

[minyoongianne]

Sakura has always woken up before you. It was something you found comfort in, those stolen minutes of sleep you could get while he grabbed breakfast from the bakery. Sometimes you slept long enough that he could do a morning patrol around town and be back before you even yawned awake. But you discovered one morning that Sakura had a secret routine he would do when he thought you were asleep. Something that you happened upon randomly one morning when you were in the grey space between dreams and waking.

Your boyfriend was a romantic, though he would vomit and hiss like a cat if you ever even thought of bringing it up to him. No, mornings were Sakura’s secret, and therefore when you happened to wake up before him and could fake sleep, they were a closely guarded treasure.

You’d feel his rough fingertips stroke up and down your back, and hear him sigh before feeling the tip of his nose nuzzle against where your hairline kissed your forehead. His lips would brush against your skin, trailing from your temple to your cheek.

And then he’d talk to you. His voice low and croaked with sleep, as he mumbled good morning. He’d brush your cheek and huff out a laugh, saying you’re cute when you’re sleeping. That you’re cute even when you snore. That he wish you didn’t kick him like a donkey in the night. That he wills you to have good dreams every night after you fall asleep.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I know I’m probably shit at showing it. I know I never say it. It’s your fault really, I can’t when you look at me like you do. But you are. I hope you know that. Maybe if I say it enough when you’re sleeping, it’ll reach you in your dreams and you’ll know.”

Sometimes you feel like crying when he talks to you. Sometimes you feel like snorting and kicking his shin. But always, you let him keep these moments to himself, and give him time to get his stubborn tsundere tough guy mask on before you make motions like you’re waking up.

Sakura has a secret you don’t know, though.

Your breathing is different when you’re awake.